Gabriel’s POV
I sank back into the plush cushions of my Manhattan apartment’s leather sofa, feeling utterly disinterested as Tina ran her tongue across my neck in a slow, deliberate stroke, attempting to ignite something within me. I closed my eyes, waiting for the familiar sensation of desire to take over me. But all I felt was cold and empty.
Her soft hands roamed over my chest, caressing the fabric of my shirt, her fingers teasing the muscles beneath. She straddled my lap, pressing her body against mine, Her lips moved lower, trailing kisses as she reached for my shirt buttons.
I grabbed her wrists, stopping her.
“Tina… I’m sorry.” I apologized, already regretting why I’d invited her over. “We can’t... not today.”
Instead of stopping, her eyes, full of longing, locked with min
